Kenya Calling - Game of Game Count
Sandy sashays in one evening, planting a light tap on my head as I try to focus my Nikon on a green tipped sunbird; ‘Game for a game count!’ She states, ‘This Sunday at the Nairobi National Park.’ I nod my consent without taking my eye from the view-finder though I don’t have the foggiest idea what she is babbling about. When Sandy suggests something, she usually means that that’s what I got to do; and I trust her judgment to the ‘T’. ‘Do carry extra battery and memory card for your camera.’ Sandy parts with a parting shot. Sound advice, if I know of one, I mumble and wrap up the day with few quick shots of the moribund sun. Sunday dawns and Sandy and I wake up with the dawn, in the twilight. We jump into a 1950 Buick (or whatever it is that rattles and puffs from every joint) and cut through the morning chill towards Nairobi National Park. It’s still dark when we reach the gate and find that we are the only soul around. The gates are shut, the office is shut, the guardroom is empty an...